Possessing Nothing

The blade glances at the corpse and head of the dead who lie not far away. Even in this situation, the blade was careful not to damage the corpse of the dead.

The intangible sword that wields the entire space gave the body a break so that it wouldn't harm the body, and even as Xeniella's attack moves in that direction, it scatters its attack trajectory.

‘It's meaningless……. ’

The sword line empowers a loose knee. He stands up stumbling, his hair wet with sweat.

You can see her through the blobs of sweat on the ends of her bundle of hair. The creature in the creature smiles, shivering without even the slightest hint of fatigue.

“Khh……. ”

The sword line smiles spontaneously, looking at her. The chest is hot as if it had swallowed the whole lump of fire.

However, the frozen rationality allowed us to see the situation calmly.

The body was not the same as before. No, even if it is the same or higher, the results will not change.

The horse took the body's freedom from the sword, but he meditated ever since he got into the horse's mouth, training the mind instead of the body.

Even though I thought that I would not get into the pennant mouth, I could never say that I was lacking.

It's just, it's different. That's all. The invincible sword does not pose a threat to Xenilla.

It is possible to break through Xeniella's defensive barrier and slaughter her body.

But no matter how many times I try to kill him, I can't kill her. No matter how much she cuts off her head and pierces her heart, she regenerates and moves with laughter.

“Good.”

She claps her hands as she looks at the shifting blade. She nods, smiling widely.

“You want more? I don't like men who give up quickly. I mean, I don't hate you. If it wasn't for this situation, he might have seriously considered taking you for a blood relative. ”

I meant what I said. She doesn't dislike that type of human.

I love struggling Humans who try not to despair even in desperate situations.

Geniella's favorite hobby for centuries is to corrupt struggling humans with gentle flirtation and seduction, begging them to turn them into vampires.

It was only Gemini and Hegemma who made them vampires for 700 long years, not caring about their hobbies.

“But now I don't have time for that. ”

Jennifer was really sorry about that.

If I had enough time, I would have made the blade even more desperate and begged him to break his beliefs and vengeance and turn him into a vampire.

She kicks her tongue and reaches for the blade.

Disperse!

Blood spattered in the air. Xeniella's technique bounces off the stream of intangible swords that surround the blade line. Xeniella's mouth twitches and dries up.

The blade focuses on the mind, exhaling. His flesh, which suffered from the Horse of Coin, is so weak that it is impossible to fight directly.

Even if you suppress aging as much as possible and let the air flow through your body, your body can't help it.

Fighting with a sword directly with this body is too inefficient. A feisty one could take down a vampire queen hundreds of years old, even if she were bare.

Thanks to this, the machete mason has evolved in a way that does not use its body.

An intangible sword and a victorious sword.

The swordsmanship has already surpassed the peak of the two disciplines.

But...... the opponent is not good. An invincible sword and a winning sword aren't enough against the undead vampire queen.

If those two don't work, what do we do with them? The blade focused more on the spirit.

The blade knew he was going to die here. The vengeful heart of a disciple's death screams, "I will kill that damn monster," but reason knows it's impossible.

But he won't back down. I couldn't back off. The sword line reminded me of the message he sent just before he left. The rumour that Wudang's main mountain is being attacked.

‘I wonder how long I lived. ’

I know greed is the idea that everyone will escape safely. At least. I want children who can succeed the name Wudang to run away alive.

…… No. Does that mean anything to you? The end is fixed anyway, and it's a future where everyone dies and disappears.

Catch the loosening spirit. Even so, we don't die right now. If you're not dead, if you're alive.

No one knows what will happen. Maybe it's really about changing destiny.

‘I lived long enough. ’

I've lived too long. I should have died a long time ago. I caught it with a desire to live a body that collapsed with a coin mouth.

Even though I lived so long, I could not climb higher. I used to think a few times that there was no point in saving my life.

No, it's not.

There was definitely a meaning in forcing the dying body to stand up. That has allowed the sword to survive to this day.

It reminds me of the clarity.

Apprentice.

Thinking about it...... I was too greedy. I admired the talents of civilization and made it my disciple and never let me leave Wudang Mountain.

Every day, I got them to learn how to do nothing. Qingmyung became a great transcendent master, but I didn't even remember giving him a proper compliment.

I was too greedy. I taught myself, so I took it for granted.

I thought I should be a better master. I taught him harshly.

Despite decades of failing to leave the mountain and wielding only the sword, he did not complain.

The child always had a blurry smile and had a tricky old teacher scolding him.

Dead in the end, helpless, doing nothing. For decades, he failed to show the world the workmanship that had been cooked in this mountain.

Thinking about it, the sword line seemed to break my heart. I wonder why he was so greedy.

A year, or at least a month, when you tell them to come and see the world. What's so hard about that...?

She doesn't stop coming. She was not interested in what the gladiator was thinking at this moment.

I was not interested in what his death meant to the sword, nor in how he suffered from his vain death.

The blade lines scrape together. It was a doga trick that came down to the Shaman's Party that supported his body when it fell with a coin mouth.

The body of the blade line was connected to the mountain's limbs, and the body was able to withstand the mountain's periods.

The rigor scraped by the sword line was the routine of this mountain. It was like an unmanned oscillator firing.

The blade burns its soul and makes the mountain a regular force.

“Don't be a dick.”

She sighs and laughs, looking at that blade. She doesn't feel threatened.

There is no one in the world who can give her a sense of crisis. They died a long time ago.

The blade closes its eyes to the sound of Jennifer laughing. The intangible sword surrounds his surroundings, giving off a hazy glow and disappearing.

The sword line is trying to do something. She knew it, but was not wary.

Even if tonight wasn't the full moon, she was a predator with overwhelming power.

Even if the blade is intent on something, she feels no threat to it.

She's arrogant. Of course she's careless.

In fact, even if she wasn't arrogant and careless, the results of this moment would not have changed.

Tuck.

Xeniella's head falls down. At that moment, she doesn't feel devastated. He didn't feel his head on the ground.

The body walks without noticing the absence of the head.

Pabababak!

Xeniella's body was cut into dozens of pieces, then splintered back into hundreds of pieces by the thunderstorm.

“…… Sip……. ”

The blade swallows my breath.

The room is full of catastrophe. This is not an intangible sword. You've made one more step in the Black Sword realm.

I secured my soul and forced the foot of the blade to reach the area where I could not reach it.

The blade line is immobile. I couldn't move.

because his consciousness was ahead of the body, and he knew that if the body walked to follow him, this compulsory ecstasy would be crushed.

Hundreds of thousands of scattered pieces of flesh tangled together. Jennifer's body regenerates, cut into unknown pieces.

The blade line's eyes widen. His eyes saw what he had never seen before. The sliced side is connected by a red line.

The sword sharpened its teeth. His immobile consciousness has changed more sharply.

You have to cut it. You have to cut it. I have to cut it...

The sword line rebounds him from his tightly clasped lips.

The blade does not hold the sword. However, the heart of the sword became the sword.

An invisible and non-existent sword appears. A sword that no one can see, but I see a blade.

That was his heart. I have to cut it. I've reconsidered the blade. The head of a dead man's head rises from the midst of the ritual.

“Master.”

The voice I used to sing.

You coughed. How are you feeling? Okay, I see. Thank you. Yes, yes, yes.

His voice, which he had never hated, distorted the wrinkles of an old man.

The corpse of lifeless life shook my back.

No, Benda.

The sword in my mind slips out of my sword.

I have seen many swords in my life, but the color of the swords that my heart made was low.

The sword moves. The Black Heart roams over all the laws of the world. It can go anywhere. It is everywhere. It is nowhere.

It was not a sword in the shape of a sword, but it could do anything.

I saw something.

It was blurry and hard to see. It looks like a... road. The landscape is shaken. I don't see her. I can't even see the sword.

A path is seen in a wobbly landscape that seems to fade away. The blade line is dazed and I see it.

The sword line dared not see the end of it. Nevertheless, I wanted to see the end. I don't even know what this road is, but the sword line wanders into the desire to see the end of it.

The sword stretches out to walk towards the road.

“Too soon for you. ”

I heard that voice from a distance in the road. I heard this voice...... Where did you hear it? A simple voice seemed to shake my body.

Behind my back, headless clarity shifts, in front of me...... and pushes me away from my voice. The sword line stood there helplessly.

“Unfortunately.”

Oh, right.

This voice...

Wood Duck.

The sword line's body sags.

Xeniella sees the neck of the broken blade in her hand. Xeniella frowns as she looks up at the creased blade.

What did the swordsman think at the last moment? What did he see that made him look like this?

“If you knew this, why didn't you kill me? ”

She grunts in a small voice. I hate it when I don't hear the answer to my question.

But it's too late. Xeniella rests the neck of the blade. The sword line's body sags down powerlessly.

“Was it good enough for Mayan? ”

As Gemini approaches, she tilts her head and asks. A tiny sphere floats over Xeniella's head, not so high. A full moon that was forcibly created using Xeniella's last Mayan.

“I don't know what it was, but it was dangerous. ”

Jennifer spoke frankly. I don't know what the sword line was trying to do at the end.

His body is cut into countless pieces, and then...... faster than his body regenerates.

Something was about to happen. What would have happened if he hadn't used Mayan?

What if we didn't regenerate with the full moon's magic? What if it had been something faster than grabbing the neck of a sword?

“I need a little rest. ”

She sits down and says, The last Mayan creates a full moon at any moment, but it is not universal.

This has as much penalty as Geniella has as the last burrow.

“Can I trust you? ”

Jennifer glances at Gemini and says,

“Don't worry, Quinn. ”

Gemini smiles and replies.